Last Day at No.60

A sad day to be moving out of my lovely flat. 

I realised that, having turned 40 a few weeks ago, I had spent all of my 30s living on the Exeter quayside.

It has been a very happy place, and the last full day felt like it was reminding me of what I would be missing; warm, sunny, breakfast on the balcony, taking photos of friends racing their kayaks later in the day and the first swallows of the year sweeping over the water.

However growing babies (and baby stuff) need more space than a flat can provide...